Date: Mon, 23 Sep 2002 23:22:12 -0500
From: The Jongolier
Subject: The Mountain Cabin Part 1
DISCLAIMER: This story contains consensual sex
between two male minors. If this sort of thing
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Now that the legal mumbo jumbo is out of the way,
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If you don't like it, email me anyway. Enjoy.
THE BEGINNING
"Oh my god, look at his little butt!" giggled
my grandmother as we watched my cousin Matt
skinny dipping in the pool. He was the
oldest of three brothers, all cute as buttons
at seven, five, and four years old. He was
swimming with his head underwater and vainly
fighting against the buoyancy his baby fat
(centered on his dimpled little butt cheeks)
was providing. It was at that exact moment
that I started to fall in love with Matt,
even though I was only twelve years old
myself.
My own sexuality was something that never
bothered me. I didn't ever label it as "gay"
or "bisexual"; I was simply attracted to some
boys and some girls. Many girls didn't
interest me in the slightest and the same was
true for many boys. I was just beginning to
feel those stirrings in my own belly when I
would see a particular type of boy or girl
that interested me. I hadn't even learned to
jack off yet. That would happen a year
later.
As I look back on it now, I was always
attracted to those boys and girls whose looks
leaned more towards androgynous. My first
girlfriend looked and acted like a boy,
something which I think attracted me to her
in the first place. Of course, this was only
a flirtatious elementary school romance. I
learned later that she died when her parents
took her to Africa for a safari, years after
we parted ways. It wasn't anything
spectacular; her hammock broke free of the
tree it was tied to. Unfortunately for her,
that hammock was strung 20 feet in the air
and she landed on a large rock.
Several years after sitting there giggling at
my cousin's shock-white ass pointed to the
sky while he swam, I found myself sitting in
the same pool with my cousins. Five long
years had passed and many momentous events
had happened in my life. At 16, on my
birthday, I bought a car and got my first
blowjob, all on the same day. She was my
driving instructor and she had a way of
looking at young teenage boys that would make
them nearly cum just by returning her gaze.
I had resisted her advances, not really being
attracted to her (she was too girly; always
wearing dresses and high heels) but a blowjob
is a blowjob. In fact, this was the first
time anyone but me had held my penis in their
hand, much less sucked on it. It was amazing
and thankfully I never saw her again so there
was no awkwardness afterward.
There had been a number of relationships
since that day five years earlier, but none
of them is worth mentioning here. For the
most part I drifted through puberty like any
other teen. There had been a half dozen
serious love affair, some girls some boys.
For the most part I was just learning what my
body could do and what felt good.
Masturbation became a minor religion for me
in my early teen years.
I sat on the seat carved into the side of the
pool and just watched my cousins at play.
Matt had lost much of his baby fat but his
rear was still "well padded". It wasn't that
it was fat; he simply had a little more ass
than most people. It bounced perkily when he
walked, often driving me so crazy if I walked
behind him that I often had to excuse myself
for a few minutes and think about something
else for a while. His platinum blonde hair
that he possessed as a child of seven had
mellowed to a dusty blonde that would one day
become almost totally brown. He often
complained about it to me, but I really liked
how his hair was always a good indicator of
his maturity.
His face was round as a baby's but I could
just begin to see his face beginning to
lengthen and take on some more adult
features. His bright blue eyes, so bright he
would often be accused of wearing contacts
later in his life, shone beneath his heavily
tanned brow. This child loved the sun and
the sun loved him. I rarely saw him indoors
in the summer and he never seemed to burn.
After a whole day at the beach he would often
be a dark brown, so dark he would look almost
Hispanic by the end of summer, while I would
be burned bright red. For his 12th birthday
I took him to a water park near my parent's
house. When he peeled off his t-shirt I
noticed that the baby fat had been quickly
replaced by the tight almost-muscles only a
pre-teen boy can possess. He still had
plenty of softness to him but his belly was
taut and his back had the ripples that most
body builders try in vain to regain later in
life.
His brothers were both a close second for
Matt. Colin, the youngest, was always going
to look a little like a girl. I saw him
again at sixteen after not seeing him for a
while and he still looked as if he'd be an
extremely attractive girl. It was no
surprise to me when I heard that he had
announced to the family that he was gay and
he was moving in with his boyfriend Brad; all
this on his high school graduation day.
Colin went through life with a perpetual
spiritual hard-on. He was always the first
to remove clothing at the beach or when we
all changed clothes to go swimming. He'd
hurry to finish changing and spend the rest
of the time watching us change. He was
always curious too. He was the first cousin
to point out my pubic hair when he noticed it
for the first time. He was always asking me
questions about his body, and his favorite
question was always, "What does puberty feel
like?" However, there was a little boy's
innocence about it and I never actually ended
up doing anything remotely sexy with him.
Brad would have to do that for him. Colin,
like his brothers, sported blonde hair and
bright blue eyes. Unlike both his brothers,
though, his hair would stay the light
platinum blonde that it started as.
The middle boy's name was Stephen. Stephen
liked me the least out of the three boys;
most of the time we spent at family functions
he could be found in a different room than
all of us kids. He was a bit of a loner and
a recluse. If we all went for a walk, he
would stay back on purpose to have the house
to himself. When we came back he would as
often as not announce that he was going for a
walk and disappear for an hour or two. To
this day he's aloof and I don't think I've
spoken to him for three years or more.
The house I keep mentioning was my
grandparent's lake house. They bought it as
a primary residence and actually lived there
for some time. When my grandfather's health
began to fail him they moved down into the
valley where the oxygen was a little more
plentiful. The house remained in the family,
however, and we would all head up there for
family birthday parties and Christmas. I
think I spent more time there than at home
during my teenage years. I was one of the
few cousins trusted with a key to the place
and after I got my license and bought a car I
would practically live up there whenever I
wasn't in school. My grandmother loved it
because I would take care of the place and
fix whatever was broken. I wasn't the kind
to have parties either so it was no big deal
to her to have me living there half the year.
While I sat watching the boys swimming my
grandmother came out onto the deck and said,
"I'm going to the store to get something for
dinner. I need to go to the dry cleaners
too. Will you be alright?"
"Yeah, Grandma," I replied sleepily. The
bright mountain sun was beginning to make me
relax as I sat in the warm water. She waved
at the boys and stepped out. My grandfather
had passed away a year before so the house
belonged to us "boys" for the next few hours.
Matt and Colin swam over to me and sat next
to me on the step. Within seconds they found
something to bicker about and started to
splash each other to punctuate their
argument. Since I was sitting between them I
was getting the brunt of each boy's assault.
I laughed at them and pushed them both off
the step. Colin was ready for it and used
his feet to launch himself into the water,
drenching both Matt and me. Matt simply slid
into the water and back up onto the step to
sit beside me.
"Hey," he said quietly at my side.
"What, buddy?" I asked.
"Can we, uh, you know?" he asked with more
than a little trepidation. He was referring
to what we used to do when we the four of us
were left alone in the house when we were
younger – skinny dipping. It had been some
time since we had the opportunity, something
like two years. Matt was always shy about
asking if it was okay but he always asked.
It wasn't that we would get in trouble for
it, my grandmother being a very liberal
woman, it was just that he always felt a
little naughty doing it and he wanted
someone's, anyone's, permission.
"Sure, kiddo," I replied, peeling my own suit
off under the water and slapping it noisily
onto the tiles along the side of the pool.
The other two boys heard the familiar sound
and before I knew it two small pairs of swim
trunks were arcing through the air towards my
head. It was an old trick and I was prepared
for it. I deftly caught both of them and
threw them on the pile next to mine. Matt
threw his over and launched himself off the
step much like his brother had done a few
minutes before. I caught a white flash as
his untanned backside passed by and then he
was deep under the water and streaking
towards his brothers. I laughed and followed
suit, knowing exactly what he had planned. I
didn't want to miss any of it.
There is something about those first few
minutes of skinny dipping that I love. The
water rushing over parts of you that it is
usually kept from always felt like thousands
of small hands caressing my every nook and
cranny. There wasn't anything overtly sexual
about it; it simply felt good – like a good
massage. My penis waved gently in the water
as I streamed along, just above the bottom of
the pool, towards my cousins. As I followed
I was treated with a view of Matt's tight
buttocks pumping his legs up and down as he
swam silently ahead of me. Colin and Stephen
were splashing each other lightly, doubtless
enjoying the sensations I was, when Matt
slipped between them like some shark dividing
its prey. As he passed he reached out with
both hands and gave each boy a sharp pinch on
the ass. Even under the water I could hear
them both exclaim in surprise. Colin
immediately dove under to chase his brother
while Stephen tried in vain to move out of
the way of my own charge. I easily changed
course to meet him and pinched him on my way
past. Within a few minutes we were reduced
into a massive pinch fight, more squealing
and yells of "ouch!" echoing off the nearby
forest. The nearest house was nearly three
miles down the bank so we weren't worried
about being overheard.
Out of breath and exhausted we all soon
collected on the side of the pool in the
shallow end. We had done this dozens of
times, not thinking anything about it. In
fact, I had been naked with my cousins more
than my own brothers. And that includes
baths as young kids. These boys were my true
brothers. I spent ten times as much time
with them growing up than with my own
brothers.
I floated on my back for a minute or two,
trying to relax. Matt had an excellent idea
when he said, "Why don't we get in the hot
tub? I'm tired."
"Yeah!" both of his brothers responded
quickly.
"Okay, get over there," I said as I got out
of the water and headed for the spa controls.
The boys unashamedly got out of the water and
slowly walked over to the hot tub, twenty
feet away across the patio. I bemusedly
watched the matching set of bright white boy
asses bounce as they walked. I set the
heater on high and redirected the water to
the hot tub. By the time I got to the hot
tub all three boys were seated on the bench
that circled the whole thing underwater,
sighing with contentment. I got in and sat
down on the only vacant side of the bench.
Colin swam over and immediately sat in my
lap, something he had done countless times
when we were younger. Unfortunately he had
grown and a key part of me had as well. His
bare butt contacted my cock, making it jump a
little in surprise.
"Whoops," Colin said sheepishly and slid off.
"Sorry"
"It's okay, buddy," I said while I tried to
think of anything to get my cock to settle
back down. "You've just gotten too big for
my lap I think."
He looked at my in a funny way and then the
realization that I didn't want him to mention
the real reason dawned on him. He quickly
said, "Yeah, I guess so. I told you guys I
was bigger." He gave his brothers a
triumphant look and pulled himself up to sit
on the side of the hot tub. Colin had always
been a heat wimp, often sitting with only his
feet in the hot tub while the rest of us
soaked out our tension. I noticed as he sat
that his little baby penis was slightly
thicker than before. At least it wasn't
unpleasant for him, I thought to myself.
For about a half hour we sat there in almost
total silence while the stresses of our
respective lives washed out of our pores
along with the sweat. When I started to
think we only had a half hour or so before my
grandmother got home I suggested that we all
get out and take showers. The boys agreed
and soon four naked boys were trying in vain
to get through the house without dripping on
anything valuable. There were only three
showers in the house, one being in my
grandparents' bedroom, so the four of us
shared the remaining two. Colin and Stephen
took the smaller of the two, the one in the
kids' bedroom, and Matt and I shared the
bigger one in the guest bedroom. When Matt
declared that he and I would share one I
protested saying that he and I were the two
biggest so I should share with Colin or
Stephen.
"But I want to ask you something," he said,
mostly under his breath, as he pushed me
towards the guest bedroom.
"Okay, but you two yell if you need anything,
okay?" I said to the two boys who were headed
in the opposite direction for their own
shower.
"Okay," the replied in unison. They soon
disappeared around the corner in a flash of
white behinds and I gave up resisting. While
I dug through the dresser where I kept my
clothes for something to wear to dinner, Matt
got the shower started and jumped in. I
followed close behind and waited my turn by
sitting on the toilet.
"You wanna share?" he asked innocently.
"That way we can get finished sooner."
"Okay," I replied hesitantly. I hadn't
shared a shower with Matt in more than three
years so I was a little resistant, but I
quickly got over it and slipped in behind
him. While he rinsed off I got out a loofah
and loaded it with soap. "Here you go," I
said, attempting to hand it to him.
"Can you get my back?" he asked sheepishly,
refusing to take the soapy sponge from my
hands. I didn't know what he was getting at
as he never wanted me to help before. I was
the one who "taught" him how to take a shower
when he was six and even from the beginning
he always wanted to prove that he was a big
boy and do everything himself. Of course, I
had to help when he was younger because he
would leave huge areas unwashed, but he had
eventually gotten the hang of it.
"Okay," I replied, deciding that it was
innocent enough. I took the loofah and
slowly scrubbed his back from the base of his
neck down to the little depression right
above the beginning of the gentle crease
between his buttocks. I got into a rhythm
and he began to lean back against me, sighing
with pleasure. There are few things as
sublime as getting your back washed. I don't
know if I was in some kind of trance or
something, or if I was remembering an episode
with my friend Jason some weeks before, but I
soon noticed that I had washed his buttocks
as well, actually ending up on the backs of
his thighs. I cleared my throat and reached
around to hand him the loofah. "All done," I
said, trying to keep my voice from breaking.
"Thanks," he said sheepishly. He turned
around in order to soap up his front. It was
then that I noticed his small penis was at
half mast. He followed my line of sight and
noticed his condition. He blushed bright
red, something I was pleased to find out
happens all the way down past his belly
button, and hastily turned around again.
"It's nothing to be ashamed of, buddy," I
said soothingly. When he turned around the
look on his face broke my heart. His eyes
were looking at me with a mixture of shame,
humiliation, and fear. Tears were streaming
down his cheeks and his chest heaved with
barely contained sobs. Without a second's
thought I embraced the naked, soapy little
boy and stroked his wet hair. "What's wrong,
kiddo? It's okay, I promise," I said in my
best comforting tone. He cried like that for
a minute or two into my chest before he
spoke.
"I think something's wrong with me," he said
thickly. He lifted his head from my chest
long enough to wipe his nose with his arm and
quickly reached back around me, reentering
the embrace. "It gets big like that
sometimes. I don't know why! Do I have some
disease? I tried putting ice on it once and
it got lots worse. I don't know what to do!"
he sobbed out quickly before breaking down
again into my chest.
I held him some more, adjusting so I wasn't
squashing my own groin into his belly, before
replying, "Nothing is the matter. They do
that, sometimes for no reason." He looked up
at me with a look that said, "Really?" and I
continued, "It's normal, Matt. You have
nothing to worry about. Didn't you learn
about this in Sex Ed?"
"Dad never signed the permission slip," he
replied sheepishly. Thankfully his tears
were drying up by this time, any more and I
was going to start crying myself. He
disengaged and sat in the stream of the
shower head, letting it rinse off his tears.
"He forgot and then I missed it. Are you
serious? It's normal?"
"Yeah, buddy. I'm serious. Is that what you
wanted to talk to me about?" I asked. I
silently cursed my Uncle for yet another
example of what a slacker he was in a long
line of examples. I had spent a lot of time
around these boys and this wasn't the first
time one of them cried out their frustration
on me.
"Uh huh," he said, nodding his head. "It
happened for the first time a month ago while
I was taking a shower and I was so scared I
told my dad I was sick and couldn't go to
school," he continued quickly, clearing
wanting to get the words out before he broke
down again.
"Oh, Matt," I said sympathetically, "I'm so
sorry. I wish I could have known, I would
have been happy to explain it to you!"
He was feeling better by this time, I'm sure
finally convinced that his penis wasn't going
to fall off or anything, so he exchanged
positions with me so I could get cleaned up.
Once I rinsed out my hair and started
lathering myself up he said, "Can you explain
it now?"
"I would love to, kiddo," I replied while
soaping up my own crotch, "but we need some
time with just you and me. Grandma's coming
home soon so we don't really have any time.
How about tonight after your brothers go to
bed?"
"Okay," he replied brightly. He was feeling
better by the minute. "Let me get your back
for you as payment, okay?"
"Sure, Matt," I said, handing him the loofah.
He took it from me and began to wash my back.
His long slender arms were just able to reach
up to my neck so he started there and made
slow little circles all the way down to my
waist. Without any hesitation he continued
those circles down across my buttocks,
causing my own cock to rise a bit and
thicken. When I apprehensively turned around
to rinse off he noticed my state and relaxed
even further. "See, buddy, it happens to all
of us," I said nonchalantly, trying to cover
my embarrassment at my condition. He nodded
his head thoughtfully; his eyes staying
locked to my cock for a few moments before he
stepped out of the shower and started to dry
off.. I shut off the water and did the same.
---
Shortly after dinner my grandmother went to
bed, leaving me to get the two rowdy boys and
a slightly subdued Matt into bed. Because he
was older, Matt got to stay up an hour later
than the other two, time we usually spent
watching part of a movie in the guest
bedroom. He went to pick out a movie and I
got the two squirming 10 year olds in bed
(this being the one month out of the year
that they were the same age). I tucked both
kids in bed, making sure Colin had gone to
the bathroom. Ever since his father's
divorce he had been wetting the bed now and
then and it was good to empty the tanks
before bed. I started a movie for the two
boys on the big screen television in the
kids' bedroom before closing the door and
heading for my room. I knew from experience
that they would be out like lights in less
than ten minutes, especially with all the
swimming we had done that day.
I walked into the guest bedroom, also known
as my bedroom, to find Matt snuggled up under
the covers of the queen sized bed. He had
popped in some movie from the eighties whose
name I don't remember. We didn't really
watch it; it was simply a backdrop for our
conversation. I closed the door and walked
over to the unoccupied side of the bed. I
stripped, having slept naked my whole life,
and climbed in next to Matt. As I lifted up
the bedspread and sheets in order to slide my
legs in I noticed that Matt was nude as well.
He saw me pause for a second and explained,
"I thought that since you were going to be
naked it was okay for me too." I shrugged my
agreement and climbed in next to him. He
waited until I was comfortable before
snuggling up next to me. This was something
we always did when watching movies, so I
hardly noticed. Before five minutes had
passed I felt his hand tap me on the belly.
"Um, can we, er, you know," he stammered.
"What, kiddo?" I said, teasing him a little.
"Can you explain it now?" he asked, blushing
again. I couldn't help imagining that blush
traveling down his perfect boy chest, past
his outie belly button and down towards his
hairless crotch. I felt myself getting a
little hard again and willed my cock to
relax.
"Yeah, buddy. What do you want to know?" I
asked.
"Why does it do that?" he asked sheepishly in
response.
"Well, do you know how babies are made at
all?" I asked. He shook his head before
reaching over and muting the television.
"Well, if a man and woman want to have a
baby," I said, trying hard not to slip into
the monotone voice that most little boys hear
the facts of life explained in, "the man puts
his penis inside the woman. After some
moving around it squirts sperm inside and
that combines with an egg inside the woman to
make a baby. It's not like a chicken egg,
it's really small and it takes nine months to
grow into a baby. In fact, twelve years ago
you were just a little egg and sperm." He
looked at me with a wide-eyed, innocent
stare. I decided he got the gist and went
on, "In order to get your penis inside the
woman's vagina, it gets hard. Otherwise you
could never shove it up there. When your
penis swells like that, it's practicing
getting hard for when you make babies with
your wife." It was an oversimplification but
a better explanation than I ever got. I made
it all the way to thirteen years old before
someone explained to me that men don't pee
inside women to make babies. I took the
opportunity to explain that to Matt also
along with some more sex trivia.
"Really?" he asked, still wide eyed. "Does
it hurt to have sex?" I had just explained
the term to him.
"No, actually it feels really good." This
was where I decided to go out on a limb. "Do
you remember when I washed your butt?"
He blushed again and replied, "Yeah."
"Did it feel good?"
"A little," he replied. However, by his tone
of voice I could tell it was a bit more than
a little.
"Well, it's like that, only much much better.
When you have sex it feels like a party in
your penis. Your whole body feels tingly and
little muscles in your groin squeeze over and
over again, pushing the sperm out of your
penis."
Once again he looked at me with that wide
eyed, disbelieving stare. I looked into his
eyes for a moment, not knowing where to go
from there. I quickly decided that it would
be so easy to lose myself in that stare. His
disheveled hair was dropping softly down his
forehead and across his eyebrows, melting
into them to give him a bit of a mystic look.
His little button nose, almost unchanged
since his birth, shined slightly in the light
of the TV with just the beginnings of the
oily skin of puberty. Everywhere else on his
face was soft and perfect. In those two
seconds before he spoke again I fell
completely in love with him. I had had
boyfriends before but the relationship was
always based almost solely on sex. This was
something deeper. I could feel his heat
through my thigh where his own thigh rested
along it and it suffused my own leg with a
pleasant warmth, one that soon spread
throughout my whole body. My heart began to
pump. His skin was hot as all little boys'
are, their body's strong life force heating
them to almost scalding temperature compared
to the colder heat of a teenager. By the
time one reaches sixteen our bodies have
already begun the microscopically slow
process of dying. Sometime in early puberty
this becomes evident even by a change in
smell from the fresh sweet smell that Matt
gave off to the harder smell of my own sweat.
Even his breath, lightly washing over me
while I stared into those endless blue pools
of his eyes, was sweet and only slightly
tinged by the scent of the ham we had eaten
for dinner.
"Are you okay?" he asked, sensing my
agitation. As he said this he moved his hand
from where it rested on his belly onto mine,
his pinky finger unconsciously curling into
my bellybutton ever so slightly. Without
thinking about it, which if I had I wouldn't
have taken the chance, I kissed him gently on
the lips. I often kissed the boys goodnight
when they stayed over, but I hadn't kissed
them on the lips since they were three or
four years old. When the message finally got
to my brain that I was kissing Matt I nearly
pulled away in shock. However, I quickly
noticed that he wasn't pulling away but
reciprocating. He closed his eyes gently and
abandoned himself to the kiss. It couldn't
have lasted more than ten seconds or so
before I lost my nerve and finally pulled
back.
I'm sure the look in my eyes was one of
panicked surprise but Matt's face was
glowing. He held his head in the same place,
his eyes closed. The only movement was his
hand, which pressed slightly harder into my
belly. He very slowly opened his eyes, one
velvet lid at a time, and looked at me. I
didn't know what to say so I just sat there
dumbfounded and waited for him to respond.
All he did was utter a little sigh and curl
up into me with his head on my chest. It was
minutes before he got us the courage to ask
sleepily, "Why did you do that?"
"I'm sorry, Matt," I said quickly. "I don't
know. I just got carried away."
"Oh. I liked it. It was . . . different,"
he said, still with a dreamy quality to his
voice, now with his eyes closed. He curled
tighter into me and in a moment actually fell
asleep. My heart was racing with adrenaline,
almost totally based on fear of his possible
reactions, and I could feel his heart slowing
down from its own rapid pace.
I shimmied down lower under the covers
without disturbing him and laid my head along
the crown of his head. He was curled up in
my side with his arms folded tightly across
his chest. His legs stretched down along
mine, barely reaching mid shin on me. I
shuffled myself over on my side to face him
and quickly felt the hard prodding that was
his fully erect penis. It was hitting me on
a hip bone so I reached down and gently moved
it aside. When my hand touched his cock,
only two or three inches hard by the feel, he
sighed contentedly and snuggled tighter into
my chest. I reached over him and used the
remote to turn off the TV and used the same
arm to hug him to my chest. It wouldn't be
the first time Matt had fallen asleep
watching a movie with me. This, however, was
the first time he fell asleep before the
movie even got started though and the first
time we had cuddled this close, awake or
asleep, since he was a baby.
---
A few hours later I woke, shivering. The
lights were off but the full moon shone
brightly through the top of the window, the
unshaded part, and lit the whole room with an
eerie blue glow. It was a moment before I
was awake enough to notice two things. One
was that the bedspread was mysteriously
missing and the top sheet had been pulled
back, and two was the Matt was no longer
snuggled into my side. He was sitting cross-
legged on the bed next to me, staring at me.
Even on the blue black moonlit room I could
make out the deeper blue glow of his eyes.
He didn't seem to notice that I was awake and
he seemed to be staring at my body.
"What are you doin', Matty?" I said sleepily,
unconsciously reverting to a nickname we used
to use for him when he was younger. He
jumped a little at my voice and looked at my
face.
"I was just looking," he said sheepishly. He
reached down to the foot of the bed and
grabbed the bedspread, pulling it back up to
my neck before rejoining me. I didn't
realize it until he was back snuggling with
me but while he was away a part of me felt
amputated, not there. When he came back and
assumed his old position I felt like I had re-
grown some part of me after a long absence.
I smiled at him and he smiled back.
"Looking, huh?" I asked in a joking tone.
"Is everything still there?"
"Yeah," he said sheepishly, elbowing me
softly in the ribs.
I gave him a little hug before asking,
"You've seen me naked hundreds of times,
Matt. What were you looking for?"
"I don't know," he confessed. "You look
different now. I don't know."
"I'm sorry I kissed you buddy," I said
thinking that I maybe freaked him out a
little.
"Why?" he asked innocently. He looked up at
me with those wide eyes and I had to stop
myself from doing it again. I didn't know
what was coming over me. I was on the verge
of losing all control of myself.
"I thought it might've freaked you out," I
said after spending a second to decide on the
right words.
"I liked it," he repeated matter-of-factly.
"It made my belly tingle like you said."
"Oh," I said. I was at a loss for words. I
knew that I was falling madly in love for him
but his response made me feel that he only
saw it as sex. I knew deep down that he was
only a little boy, but who says the human
heart is rational?
"It made me tingle here, too," he said,
pointing to his chest. My own irrational
heart soared. "I love you, Mike," he said.
My heart left my body and flew miles into the
air.
"I love you too, Matt," I replied
euphorically. My brain was still screaming
that he was only a little boy and couldn't
really mean it but I was no longer listening.
A lighted sign hung on my consciousness that
read "Out of Order".
"Can I tell you something?" he asked
earnestly. He was no longer looking at me
but had rested his head on my chest while I
lay there. His arm reached over and hugged
my ribcage pleasantly. Little electric
signals were shooting out along my skin
wherever he touched me.
"Of course, kiddo," I said.
He smiled and said, "I love it when you call
me that." I guessed that that wasn't what he
wanted to tell me so I waited. After a
second, presumably to get up the courage, he
started. "I've had some funny feelings for a
while now. All my life we've hung out and
had fun and you've always been nice to me.
You always make me feel older and treat me
like a real person. Everyone else,
especially my Dad, treats me like one of the
younger kids. It makes me real mad. But you
always treated me like I was older and I
loved it. For the last year I've felt funny
around you and I don't know why. When we
were skinny dipping I felt funny too. I
don't know why, I mean, we used to go skinny
dipping a lot so it wasn't different, I just
felt different."
He talked almost as though he was in a trance
so I didn't dare say anything and break the
spell. I got the feeling that what he was
saying was hard to get out and that he'd been
working up to it while I slept. He took a
deep breath and continued. "The second time
I got a hard-on," having just learned the
term that night, "was when I had a dream
about skinny dipping with you. It wasn't
anything different except it was just you and
me, no Colin, no Stephen. I woke up and my
penis was all hard. I thought I was sick or
a bug had bitten me. I was so scared that I
just sat there and cried and cried until I
fell asleep again. When I woke up it was
normal again so I kind've thought it was a
dream. And then it started happening again,
usually when I thought of you.
"I told my friend George about it and he
called me a fag and won't play with me
anymore. I don't even know what that means,
but he won't even talk to me anymore. That
was a month ago. When you called me and
asked if we wanted to come with you this
weekend I got all excited, but I didn't know
why. I had to work really hard not to stare
at you while we skinny dipped. It was my
dream all over again. And then I got a hard-
on again in the shower with you and I thought
I was going to die. But it felt so good when
you rubbed my butt I didn't want you to stop.
I was worried you would get mad at me and
call me a fag too. But then you were so
cool! I was so happy I couldn't help it."
He took a big breath and sat there for a
second. This was the most he had ever said
to me at once and every word lifted my heart
to new heights. I had no idea that he felt
this way. At the same time, I wanted to
pound this George into a pile of pulp. No
wonder he burst into tears in the shower.
"So then you explained a lot to me, stuff
I've been wondering about for a long time,
but every time you mentioned a woman I
couldn't imagine doing that. It just doesn't
feel right to me. And then you kissed me. I
nearly cried again it felt so good. I think
I wanted you to do that but I didn't realize
it or something." By the wetness on my chest
I could feel that he was crying again. It
broke my heart so that I was soon sniffling
along with him. It felt like my heart was
going to beat right through my chest. "I was
so happy. I'm still happy. I think I love
you. But isn't that wrong? I mean, aren't I
supposed to love a woman? What's wrong with
me?" he asked in despair. At this he broke
down into real sobbing. I couldn't help but
join him. He was in just so much anguish
that I couldn't help sharing in it.
After we cried for a bit I tilted his little
face up to mine and said, "There is nothing
wrong with you, kiddo. There is something
wrong with the world." He looked up at me
questioningly and I proceeded to explain to
him what it was to be gay and how the world
treats people who are. He seemed to digest
it all, all the while hugging his hot little
body tight to mine.
"So, am I gay?" he asked in a frightened
voice.
"Probably," I replied honestly. "But let me
say it again, there is nothing wrong with
you. There is something wrong with people
like George who hate you just because you
like boys, but there is nothing wrong with
you. Anyone who tells you that you are a
freak or that there is something wrong with
you is a liar." He seemed reassured by that.
"You are beautiful, do you know that?" I
asked him gently after a silent moment. He
smiled at me and I could feel the heat of his
blush as it traveled down his body. Even
later in life he would blush easily, probably
one of my most favorite things about him.
"Really?" he asked quietly.
"In every way imaginable," I said with all
honesty.
He practically beamed at me then. I could
have basked in the radiance of that smile for
eons and never grown any older. I reached
around behind him, placing my palm at the
small of his back, and hugged him tight to
me. He returned the hug and continued to
smile at me. He then shimmied up my chest to
plant a kiss, firmer and more confident this
time, right on my lips. I returned the kiss
and savored in the feelings that it caused in
me.
We continued to hold the kiss, his head
slowly tilting to the side as he learned to
get his nose out of the way of mine, not that
his button nose was very big. He closed his
eyes and I soon did the same, simply letting
myself feel the sensations that the kiss was
causing in me. Matt being a fast learner,
his kiss became more passionate as the
seconds passed. I opened my mouth just a bit
to see what he would do and he quickly
matched me. As I lightly probed into his
mouth with the very tip of my tongue, he
sighed in pleasure and I felt his little
penis begin to grow into a hard little knot
right at my belly. When he felt my tongue at
the slight opening of his mouth he opened it
further and allowed me to search his mouth
with it. His tongue reciprocated warmly and
we were soon twining them together. He
slowly rolled further up on top of me, not
breaking the kiss, until his whole weight was
on me. I loved every second of it. His skin
was so hot that it almost burned, but I
didn't want him to stop. His little heart
was beating a fierce rhythm into my chest and
my own heart was trying to match the pace.
Quickly he began moaning lightly in pleasure
and I took the opportunity to reach gently
down with one hand and cup one of his ample
little buttocks. It was as velvety soft as
it looked to be while we were swimming. His
butt was covered with the downy little hairs
of youth and they lent his skin a shimmering
feel that drove me wild. My own cock was
straining skyward, inches below his tight
little ball sack which rested heavily on my
waist.
It seemed like the kiss lasted forever, air
whistling in and out of his nostrils as he
gave his mouth over completely to the kiss.
I was beginning to feel dizzy from the
sensation so I disengaged my mouth in order
to place light pecks all over his cheeks and
nose. He opened his eyes and again a looked
directly into mine, so close I could see four
deep blue orbs instead of two staring into
mine. When I had caught my breath a bit we
dove back into a deep kiss, both of my hands
now full of soft boy butt. The "extra
padding" that Matt had made it all the more
fun to knead them beneath my fingers. He
began to moan louder and slowly grind his
hips into my stomach in some instinctual
thrusting motion. He was barely moving but
it must have provided the right friction for
his aching penis because he soon broke out in
a sweat all over his body and began moaning
in earnest.
"Roll off me, Matt. I want to do something
for you," he moaned disappointingly and
rolled slowly onto his back next to me.
Before he could protest I began to kiss him
again. He used his hands to caress the back
of my head and pull me tighter against him
for a real lip bruising kiss. While my
tongue explored his teeth, his gums, the soft
flesh of his own tongue, my hand slid softly
down his chest. I could feel goose bumps
rising on his glowing skin as I ran my hand
down further until I found his rock hard
cock. I had been mistaken in my estimate
before as it seemed at least four inches long
now. It was narrow, maybe only a half inch
across, but it showed promise. The most
exciting feelings ran up my arm and down my
spine when I realized that he was completely
hairless. There wasn't a single coarse hair
to be found at the base of his cock, the
place where most boys grow it first. When my
warm fingers wrapped around that throbbing
piece of boy heaven, he sighed into my mouth,
his breath the sweet breath of a child.
I began to slowly stroke him, at roughly the
same speed he had been grinding into my
stomach. He broke from the kiss with a gasp
and moaned so loud that if my grandmother
hadn't been mostly deaf I would have worried
about waking her. He rested his head in the
crook of my neck, giving me total access to
his neck which I began licking and kissing
softly. All the while I was increasing the
pace and pressure of my stroking. Little
flutters of muscle spasms were climbing his
chest and his breathing was getting faster
and faster. Right about the time I was
worried that he was going to pass out he
buried his mouth in my shoulder and shouted
"Oh wow" at the top of his lungs, the sound
neatly muffled by the skin of my neck. It
was then that his little four inches of
tight, hard meat began to pulse under my
fingers. His hips bucked forward in time
with his pulsing cock as little drops of cum
spurt loudly from the tip of his virgin
penis. They weren't large and they didn't
fly far but he most certainly was cumming in
my hand. When his cock had given its all he
maneuvered his head around mine and looked
down at this crotch. He took in my hand
wrapped around his promising prick and the
globs of sperm on his belly.
"So that's what sperm looks like," he said in
a straightforward voice before promptly
fainting dead away from the pleasure.
More in a day or two! -JoN